Wednesday, 14 August 2013

The only conclusion
I can draw is that I’m part Hobbit. I love throwing parties, I’m kind of
besotted with lanterns and lights and candles, outside games and rhyming games
rock my world, and I can scoff pretty much all of the Hobbit foods on the list
without batting an eyelash.

Also: I’m a bit of a geek.* I made my poor friends sit
and watch the Hobbit with me a couple of weeks ago, because they’d never seen
it, and I had to share the magic. I got more side-eyes for squeeing and
shushing them during the movie than I’ve ever had in my whole life. I think it
alarmed Justin a little. (It totally did).

In light of making La watch the movie (and despite the fact
that she spent more time watching me and feeling a little unnerved), and
the fact that I am brainwashing enlightening
her, and I’ve got her to agree to see the second Hobbit movie with me by
sending her images of Legolas and Fili (Kili’s mine, bitches, hands off), I
sent the above image to her. And this is the conversation it spawned:

Me: Well, then…
judging by this, I’m part Hobbit. That explains a LOT!

La: Yes… I think you might be. Only
Michelle isn’t a very hobbitish name.